Young Writers Society

Chapter One “There is a ghost haunting my inn,” the innkeeper, whose name was Forg, said. I looked at him, and then back at Gordon, who looked as confused as ...

Many died that night. Liren, the young boy who played the flute on their long journeys, and Mira, to whose cooking pot men stood in long queues. Alistor, Isia’s grouchy ...

This is a story that is about a group of shape shifters. Everyone says this story is good but i know better so i'm asking the YWS for advice.Please critique ...

Hey everyone! Here's my latest attempt (first on this board) at original fiction. I don't really know where the story is heading but I thought it'd be nice to have ...

Johnny Walker is rough, yet so smooth. A student who does negative things, but has good intentions. Judge him wrongly, judge him fairly. Believe what your eyes see and what ...

Is it much to ask, For normal? Work all day And half the night for me, Wake up an hour earlier, Get back a little later. Should I feel guilty ...

Philosophy of the DarkChapter 30:4-The Verdict The room was abnormally silent. Even the typewriter made no noise. Amber was in her usual seat behind Jamie and Tammy. Across the room ...

He laid light kisses on her soft lips and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He gently lowered her onto the bed, running his hands through her ...

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Okay, this is my second poem...which I wrote in a fret of, well....butterflies... Feel free to tell me everything that is wrong about this...I'm not a poet by any standards ...

“I’m not finished yet. As I was saying why don’t you order a Chinese or get a KFC or Indian?” No one said anything then a blond haired midget piped ...

“I’m not finished yet. As I was saying why don’t you order a Chinese or get a KFC or Indian?” No one said anything then a blond haired midget piped ...

CHAPTER 1 Boredom Buster Harry never thought after everything that had happened that he would be packing his trunk full of clothes and equipment to go to Hogwarts. This year, ...

I crept up to the top of the stairs, crouching down so I could spy on the front door. The overnight bag, swollen with my dad’s gear waited patiently to ...

Oookay! So, a long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far away, well maybe not another galaxy, maybe just a few MPCs away, I approached Snoink about making a fan ...